Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.